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Thanks Chad and thanks to the other owners for properly taking the time to remember!
My story is that I was a sophomore at FSU. I had just worked the night audit shift at my job and had got to sleep about an hour before my roommate in my dorm woke me up. Needless to say, I went without sleep that day. They also cancelled all classes and told everyone to be on high alert because our campus was only a couple miles from the state capital building where Jeb Bush was governor.
The only other thing that really happened is that a girl who I had strong feelings for was in NY at the time and was supposed to visit me the next weekend. Well, she didn't show. Also, she never answered another email, I never saw her online again, and her phone number disconnected. I checked all the websites that had the names of the victims and I never saw her name on there. I never knew what actually happened to her.
The only other thing that really happened is that a girl who I had strong feelings for was in NY at the time and was supposed to visit me the next weekend. Well, she didn't show. Also, she never answered another email, I never saw her online again, and her phone number disconnected. I checked all the websites that had the names of the victims and I never saw her name on there. I never knew what actually happened to her.
GearNoir
“The Disney Princess’s Apprentice”
As I recall it, I was living at my parents’ house at the time. I remember waking up a bit late in the morning, I wasn’t to head to my classes at the local Jr. College until that afternoon. I came out of my room, bleary eyed. It was a hyper surreal experience. Both my parents were home, the TV was on in the main room, and they were just kind of glued to what was on. It took me a few minutes to begin to grasp what the news anchors were talking about, but the attacks were already in process on all news channels.
The first plane had hit the towers moments before and I watched as the second plane hit. I think we still had class that day, but we just sat and continued watching the news. It was quite an eerie day. The neighborhood was dead quiet and there were almost no cars on the roads.
To date, the most defining moment of tragedy for my generation.
The first plane had hit the towers moments before and I watched as the second plane hit. I think we still had class that day, but we just sat and continued watching the news. It was quite an eerie day. The neighborhood was dead quiet and there were almost no cars on the roads.
To date, the most defining moment of tragedy for my generation.
An understandably memorable day, of course, one that I'll never forget. It has had a profound effect on me, not only in my career, which was undeniably altered due to it, but just in life.
Growing up in New England, I was always fond of making trips into The City. It had a "vibe" and energy that you can't really describe. One of the things was the towers reached up so high, that they were seen from at least 25-30 miles out on a clear day. So taking the train in, as we normally did, it was always a sign that you were close. I had the opportunity a few times to go up the towers, and that was also quite a memory.
For 8 months leading up to 9/11, I was at my first duty station in Augusta, GA. I would make the periodic trip up the coast, driving right up the gut on I-95. The last 45 minutes or so along the drive on the Jersey Turnpike, the Towers and eventually the distinctive NYC skyline taunted me, and let me know I was almost on the home stretch, and agonizingly close to my home state of CT. I always enjoyed seeing the towers.
That day, I had just gotten done with a class that had me on a normal schedule, M-F, 8-4:30. I was scheduled to return to work that night, (it was a Monday), and my roomate and I had a get together the night before. We woke unusually early to clean up, and flipped the news on just minutes after the first plane hit. My roomate was born and raised in NYC, and his mother worked in one of the surrounding WTC buildings as a lawyer. He immediately tried calling, and was still trying to get through when the 2nd plane hit. The next 6 hours or so were a blur. A couple of things that stand out was Lloyd finally getting through and finding out his mother was ok, just some cuts from when the glass windows in her building blew in from the impact of the first plane. Also, that we were going from 8 hour shifts to 12's, and to get to the gate a good 3 hours early due to the increase in force protection posture. (It took almost 4.5 hours to get onto base)
Of course, being an analyst, (a language analyst at that), things were much different in my career following that day. It wasn't much later that I had friends deploying to Afghanistan, then Iraq. I got my turn in 2006 and later in 2010. I've lost friends, experienced things that no normal person should have to, and have seen some incredible examples of humans at their worst and absolute best; not isolated to just fellow service members. A high school acquaintance wrote an article about what they remembered most about 9/11 that in retrospect really rings true to me and is very pertinent today. (please forgive the diatribe) While the day itself is utterly memorable, what they took away from it was the sense of unity, camaraderie, pride and HUMANITY towards each other. People looked each other in the eyes and generally smiled instead of staring at the ground or give people the cold shoulder. Doors were held open, people genuinely wanted to help, and being an American was something to be proud of. Regardless of what your race, creed, color, political background was, we pulled together as a country. It's something that couldn't last, but something our country desperately needs now. Hopefully not at the expense of another horrific day like 9/11.
I'll never forget that day and the lives that were lost.
Growing up in New England, I was always fond of making trips into The City. It had a "vibe" and energy that you can't really describe. One of the things was the towers reached up so high, that they were seen from at least 25-30 miles out on a clear day. So taking the train in, as we normally did, it was always a sign that you were close. I had the opportunity a few times to go up the towers, and that was also quite a memory.
For 8 months leading up to 9/11, I was at my first duty station in Augusta, GA. I would make the periodic trip up the coast, driving right up the gut on I-95. The last 45 minutes or so along the drive on the Jersey Turnpike, the Towers and eventually the distinctive NYC skyline taunted me, and let me know I was almost on the home stretch, and agonizingly close to my home state of CT. I always enjoyed seeing the towers.
That day, I had just gotten done with a class that had me on a normal schedule, M-F, 8-4:30. I was scheduled to return to work that night, (it was a Monday), and my roomate and I had a get together the night before. We woke unusually early to clean up, and flipped the news on just minutes after the first plane hit. My roomate was born and raised in NYC, and his mother worked in one of the surrounding WTC buildings as a lawyer. He immediately tried calling, and was still trying to get through when the 2nd plane hit. The next 6 hours or so were a blur. A couple of things that stand out was Lloyd finally getting through and finding out his mother was ok, just some cuts from when the glass windows in her building blew in from the impact of the first plane. Also, that we were going from 8 hour shifts to 12's, and to get to the gate a good 3 hours early due to the increase in force protection posture. (It took almost 4.5 hours to get onto base)
Of course, being an analyst, (a language analyst at that), things were much different in my career following that day. It wasn't much later that I had friends deploying to Afghanistan, then Iraq. I got my turn in 2006 and later in 2010. I've lost friends, experienced things that no normal person should have to, and have seen some incredible examples of humans at their worst and absolute best; not isolated to just fellow service members. A high school acquaintance wrote an article about what they remembered most about 9/11 that in retrospect really rings true to me and is very pertinent today. (please forgive the diatribe) While the day itself is utterly memorable, what they took away from it was the sense of unity, camaraderie, pride and HUMANITY towards each other. People looked each other in the eyes and generally smiled instead of staring at the ground or give people the cold shoulder. Doors were held open, people genuinely wanted to help, and being an American was something to be proud of. Regardless of what your race, creed, color, political background was, we pulled together as a country. It's something that couldn't last, but something our country desperately needs now. Hopefully not at the expense of another horrific day like 9/11.
I'll never forget that day and the lives that were lost.
